Nora died and the sky weeped of rain as the girls gathered to bid their final farewell. Thandeka’s cry was uncontrollable, her body shaking with convulsive grief, but Palesa’s eyes narrowed as she watched her friend’s display. Something didn’t add up – Thandeka’s tears seemed too perfect, too calculated.

Palesa turned to Lerato, her voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me the truth, what happened to Nora?” Lerato’s eyes darted towards Thandeka, who was still crying loudly, before returning to Palesa’s questioning gaze. For a moment, it seemed like she might confess, but then Thandeka’s gaze locked onto hers, a warning flashing in her eyes. Lerato’s lips clamped shut, and she turned away, leaving Palesa with more questions than answers.

But as they moved on with their lives, strange things began to happen. Doors creaked open by themselves, disembodied whispers echoed through the night, and an unsettling feeling of being watched settled over Lerato and Thandeka. It started with small things – a misplaced phone, a shattered mirror – but soon escalated into full-blown terror.

Lerato would see Nora’s ghostly figure in her rearview mirror, her eyes black as coal, her skin gray as the grave. And then, the nightmares started. Lerato would wake up in the dead of night, her heart racing, with Nora’s voice whispering a single word in her ear – “Why?”

One fateful night, Lerato’s screams were silenced forever. Palesa found her body, cold and stiff. Thandeka was the only one left now, and Palesa knew she had to confront her. Thandeka was next, and Nora’s ghost was coming for her.